Marigolds

describing the first night of war in a English countryside

Marigolds

Marigolds in the sun,
dancing light,
against the battered old barn,
cat sitting upon the wall,
narrow country lanes,
lined with stone fences.
Ancient stone churches standing
with spires poking the sky,
the dead unseen lurk in
the trees,
of the surrounding cemeteries.
Little girl playing on the path,
angels hiding ,watching over
the innocent.
Dogs barking,crickets chirping,
the smell of damp grass,
wafts through the air.
Lights in the cottages,
as dusk falls into the velvet night.
Footsteps upon the path,
the sound of an army running
through the patchwork fields,
Mothers gathering their young,
screams in the darkness,
the blood is flowing,
the agony of war,
has pierced the night.